Friday 5 June 2009

Harvest

"They sang. It was an old song whose meaning they had long forgotten but now they knew the meaning of it and they could sing no other. It was a song of the season of bloom and feast. They had gone so long without a harvest that they forgot what harvest was. But now they knew what the [sickness] had stolen from them long before. What had been lost was found again. And those who had been hungry without knowing the name of their hunger, they were fed" - Orson Scott Card, Children of the Mind

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